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In search of the explicit
Once in a blue moon, I meet someone who has a profound ability to articulate themselves with razor-sharp clarity. They leave zero room for misunderstanding and doubt. They are absolutely sure about what they wish to express, and are not afraid to convey honest thoughts or feelings to others. Here's to my quest to say what I mean and mean what I say.
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Accra
A month in Accra
When my colleague told me how much a talented software developer earns in Ghana, I was mortified. He explained how he and his team typically work in the early hours of dawn, between 12 am and 3 am, because that’s when data rates are at their lowest. In addition, just about every startup founder you meet is juggling multiple side hustles.
If you're smart and really want your work to matter, you'll join the African hustle. 4 weeks in Ghana taught me why.
San Francisco
Throwing rocks at the growth curse
Startup culture is no longer about building a profitable enterprise, it’s about building a sellable enterprise.
Is growth the new enemy of prosperity? Douglas Rushkoff thinks so.
Seoul
The cost of being the visitor
Haebangchon is hipster paradise, replete with cat, racoon and shibu-inu cafes. Rental spaces are stripped bare, coated white and dedicated to the sale of macaroons. Dilapidated alleyways reveal hidden luxury stores. Rooftop bars with panoramic views charge $20 for a standard drink. How did this once run-down neighborhood, off limits just a few decades ago to everyone but soldiers and prostitutes, become so aesthetic?
Hyderabad
Tales from India: Rewriting the story
“The trouble with journalism,” Lakshmi begins, “is that you tell someone else’s story in your own words. I’m trying to empower people to tell their own stories, in their own way, in their own accent, with the fullness of what is in their own heart. It has to be authentic.” For the first time in a long time, the word “authentic” doesn’t make me cringe. Perhaps it’s because it isn’t coming from someone trying to help me tweak my LinkedIn profile. It’s coming from an Indian aunty in a sari, and that makes all the difference.
